Jethro buzzed the door once they got down there and opened the watertight door. FCSN Fischer's Face poked out the door window to see who it was before allowing the agents in.

"We're looking for GM3 Sullivan," Rossi's deep Italian voice boomed in the small space causing all eyes to be on him.

" I am GM3 Sullivan," A tall male in the back responded standing up.

"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" Rossi asked as he glanced around the room at everyone staring in their direction.

"Um yeah we can go to the classroom…" Sully said as the agents nodded in agreement.

Jethro closed the door to the classroom as they all entered and took their seats.

"First things first you're not in trouble," Rossi told him.

"I didn't think I was."

"We heard you might know some things about the death of your friends and their wives," Gibbs asked him.

"Like what?" Sullivan countered skeptically.

Dave's ears immediately perked knowing that little question meant he either knew something or was possibly their guy. The latter was a bit of a jump at the moment so with a sideways glance to Gibbs, Rossi spoke, "such as why they were killed and who killed them."

"I don't have the answers to those questions," Sullivan told them, denying any knowledge on the subject.

"Oh I think you know something and no one is leaving till you tell us what do you know," Rossi pressed back.

"Look agents, I don't know anything and even if I did know something I sure as hell wouldn't tell you," GM3 pressed back.

"Well then pull up a chair cause we're gonna be here a while," Gibbs told him sitting down backwards in a nearby plastic chair. There was a stack of metal ones off in the corner but each computer had one very uncomfortable plastic black chair in front of it. Rossi and Sullivan we're already seated in two of them.

GM3 adjusted himself in his seat as Rossi crossed his arms and watched the young man. A few minutes past and David pulled out his phone to play Angry Birds.

"Put your phone up GM3," Rossi barked without looking up.

Sullivan put his phone back as Gibbs kept staring at him. David didn't even acknowledge Jethro's continuous stare as he continued to play his game.

"So, what are you just going to bore me into talking?"

"Maybe," came Rossi's distracted voice.

"Well I have maintenance to do," GM3 replied defensively.

"Maintenance can wait or your buddies will do it for you," Gibbs told him with an almost predatory smile.

"Easy Jethro. Don't want the kid to realize he's expendable," Ross each I did lightly.

"Awe but Dave someone's got to tell him," Gibbs Gibbs jokingly complained as he stood, "I mean he's got to realize he's not needed all day every day."

"I know that," GM3 protested a little offended at the idea that he might be big headed in anyway.

"Do you?" Dave asked as he put his phone down. "It seems to me you feel indisposable or at The very least want to make yourself seem that way by collecting information on everyone," Rossi pointed out.

"They were killed because they were assholes, they got away with shit they shouldn't have," Sully told them both angrily.

"Who did it?"

"No idea but the CG division seems to know quite a bit on the subject," GM3 explained.

"Who else do you know that might know a little too much information about the murders?" Gibbs pressed.

"Whoever this is was balls enough to tell chaps at least that's the rumor," he told them.

"Which helps us none because she has 100% confidentiality she has to maintain," David said with a knowing look.

"True…" Sully trailed off trying to think of what she could say to get out of there.

"Who hated them the most, GM3?" Rossi changed the subject a bit.

"A name? CS2 Jones gave them food poisoning one time…" GM3 admitted to them both.

"Is he capable of murder?" Jethro asked.

"I don't think so," Sully confessed.

"So let's recap; CG knows somethings, the killer told chaps, and a CS gave our victims food poisoning? Is that about right?" Rossi asked as he stared down the young GM.

"Yes."

"What else?" the NCIS agent demanded.

"There was a rumor that Fischer wanted them dead," Sully admitted once more.

Rossi highly doubted the killer was female but he asked anyway, "Why?"

"They got away with having someone else piss for them as they smoked weed. She hated that they got away with everything."

"What about GM1 Clark? How did she feel about it?" Rossi asked now.

"Same just less stabby," Sullivan told them with a shrug.

"I thought Fischer wasn't capable of murder or was that CS2 Jones?" Rossi asked.

"Fischer probably could kill someone; Jones however could not," Sullivan clarified.

"Why do you think Fischer could kill someone?" Rossi inquired.

" rumor has it she already has," Sully revealed. "She was in Iran for three years."

"And you all think she killed someone over there?" Jethro would have to have their joint teams take a look at it later.

"That's the scuttlebutt," GM3 Sullivan confirmed.

Rossi turned to Gibbs and shook his head. This case had all the makings of a male offender.

"Any men on board capable of murder?" Gibbs steered the conversation away from Fischer.

"A few…"

"Such as…?"

"SHC Holland could do it. Man has anger issues and hated CM division with a passion," Sully informed them both.

"Example of anger issues?" Jethro now asked.

"He beat a second class over the head with an IVX for pissing him off."

"With the what?" David asked, not understanding the lingo.

"The phone he beat the shit out of the guy with the phone," Sully explained, not really feeling like going into more detail about what exactly it was.

"Did anything happen to him?"

"No, why would it? You can get away with most anything on this ship."

"Anything else we should know?" Gibbs asked.

"Well CM has an inside joke with peanut butter but that has nothing to do with this," GM3 told them, cracking a smile as he did.

"Well GM3 thank you for your cooperation," David told the man figuring they were about done here.

"I would say anytime agents but then that would be a lie," Sullivan told them both as he stood and left.

"Well that was… informative to say the least," Rossi commented as Jethro stood to leave as well. "Guess we should talk to that SHC now…"

"Probably in the ship's store."

"Probably," Rossi agreed.

With that the two agents left the classroom and headed towards the ship's store. Inside they did indeed find SHC… in a screaming match with a third class.

"Hey!" David yelled in the most alpha male authoritative voice the SHC had heard in a while.

The much larger man paused and stared Rossi dead in the eye no one spoke for a moment. Gibbs matched SHC's glare making the other man realize he had two people against him, not one. The third class took ass out the door and Dave relaxed a moment, his face now becoming impassive.

"Chief… we need to talk. Now," Rossi told the man leaving no room for argument.

"Why would that be agents?" Chief Holland asked angrily.

"Because it seems you have a bad temper, Chief," Gibbs cut in as he started to circle the man, placing himself behind him.

"We want to know where you were the night of all six murders," Rossi put in as he took a step forward and crossed his arms.

"I was either on the ship or at the bar," Holland told them with a smirk.

"And how do you know that if you don't know the dates Chief?" David asked with an edge of impatience.

"Because I never go anywhere else besides home," the chief told them both.

"What bar?" Jethro now asked, startling the man slightly.

"Pandora's," he told them both glancing back at Gibbs. He had forgotten agent agent was back there so focused was he on the one in front of him.

"Why do I get a feeling that it's not just a bar?" David asked Holland unimpressed.

"Oh it's not," the Chief said with a smirk.

"Medical emergency, medical emergency in compartment…" silence and frowns feel the room. Everyone simultaneously hoped it was nothing serious, just a minor injury… each doubt it it actually was.

"I have to go," Hall and told them both seriously and left. Neither agent stopped him as they looked at each other. Rossi couldn't help thinking about how a few days from then would be a year since Harrison's, his best friend, death. It made him a little sad the more he thought about it honestly.

"You good?" Jethro asked as he washed Rossi's face drop.

"I'm fine," David brushed off the other agent's concern as he shoved any resemblance of emotion down into a pit of nothingness. He wasn't fine, not really but he really didn't feel like dealing with anyone's pity, even if Gibbs didn't seem like someone into the whole pity thing.